yes versuri

Versuri Ken Carson – yes lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, she wanna fuck, I’m like, „Yes”
She wanna lay on my chest, I wanna— yeah, on her breast
I want a yacht, yeah, I want a pint of red
I wanna throw them racks to my dog, yeah, fetch
Once you run them racks up, these hoes not hard to catch
She wanna fuck, I’m a star, yeah, ride foreign cars, yeah
On the way to Mars, yeah, yeah, I’m runnin’ out of space
Yeah, yeah, I did what I did ’cause you don’t love me anyway

[Verse]
Yeah, how you changed up? I thought this was a safe place
I used to— yeah, on her face, how the fuck I grow apart from ya?
Wish I could go back to whеre we started, yеah
I miss the times we had
Can’t fumble a bitch, I dropped the switch now all these hoes too bad
How you fix yo’ lips to say what you said?
I ain’t make you that mad
How you disrespect what we had? That shit a slap to the face
Put the racks up for a rainy day, I’ma always be okay
As long as I got my stick with me, you’re forever safe
As long as they printin’ ’em, I’ma go get it
I ain’t never runnin’ out of ya, I ain’t never runnin’ out of nothin’
Yeah, yeah, you can count it up
Yeah, yeah, shawty, this for us
Yeah, yeah, shawty
Oh, you want that bag? That ain’t nothin’, I already bought it
She threw that pussy, I caught it
I can’t even bap, I fell in love with it
We on a island you can’t even spot on a map, yeah, it’s private
I got her singing like a choir
Couldn’t pay her to keep quiet
She love when I make the crowd moshpit, it’s like I’m inciting a riot
Young Vamp Life, she want a bite, yeah
She wanna fuck all night, yeah
She wanna shop, and I tell her, „Let’s roll”
I ain’t frontin’ my boo, buy anything for my ho
Why you frontin’ yo’ boo? Boy, you know you ain’t got it
Niggas go broke tryna pop how I pop it
Cut off stockings, yeah, you know how I’m rockin’
She just wanna get in my pockets
But I can’t go for that, I’d rather be by myself
Won’t you mess up bein’ alone?
Won’t need nobody else
I don’t need nobody, yeah, I don’t need nobody
Oh, you thought I couldn’t fuck yo’ bitch?
Why the fuck you try me?
Fully loaded diamonds on my wrist
Yeah, yeah, I’m iced up
Yeah, yeah, I like her
Yeah, yeah, I’ma ice her
Yeah, yeah, you one of a kind, I ain’t met no other like ya
Told them fuck-niggas, „Pipe down,” I got you piped up

[Chorus]
Yeah, she wanna fuck, I’m like, „Yes”
She wanna lay on my chest, I wanna— yeah, on her breast
I want a yacht, yeah, I want a pint of red
I wanna throw them racks to my dog, yeah, fetch
Once you run them racks up, these hoes not hard to catch
She wanna fuck, I’m a star, yeah, ride foreign cars, yeah
On the way to Mars, yeah, yeah, I’m runnin’ out of space
Yeah, yeah, I did what I did ‘cause you don’t love me anyway

Written by: Ken Carson / Clif Shayne